Maria Valtorta Quad - 9 apr '44: Io sono il Consolatore. Io consolo coloro che lo sgomento accascia

Maria Valtorta – Notebooks - April 9, 1944: I am the Consoler. I console those whom dismay oppresses and tortures today. Easter Evening, 1944 Jesus says, and He says it to me so painfully, and it is such a painful subject, that I write it separately. Jesus says: "Last year I told you, and it was my first dictation: 'The Father is tired, and He will allow the punishments of Hell to be unleashed to destroy the human race.' I said, it was Good Friday: 'I would come a second time to die to save them from an even more atrocious death... But the Father does not permit it... He knows it would be useless... Oh! if only men still knew how to turn to Me, who am salvation!" I refer you to all my dictations preceding those of this last time. I have spoken using the prophecies of the Holy Book, explaining them to you, applying them to the times of today, and if I have remained silent in this tone, it is because I understood that it was useless for the purposes of Good and dangerous because those divine words could become a weapon of diabolical torture against my servants who heard them, repeated them, spread them, and welcomed them. But my Thought, even if it is not expressed in Words, is that and does not change. Mary, I said to you, at the end of last May: "Regarding the future... What do you want to know, poor soul?" (dictation of May 31, 1943). "Thank my Mercy, which, for now, largely hides from you the truth about the future." Poor, poor soul! Another time I said: "You would like me to appear and show myself... But even if I did show myself, where is that vestige of faith and respect in their hearts that would make them bow their faces to the ground to ask me for forgiveness and mercy?" (dictation of June 5, 1943). Even now you ask Me for a sign of power, which, to be the Power of a Saint—of the Holy of Holies—would have to be the inexorable, terrible punishment of an incalculable number of people, because—I repeat what I have said a thousand times—the great culprits are because the masses are all more or less guilty of the same sins as the great. But I—and I tell you, poor soul to whom I have granted the sight of Me triumphant to instill strength in your being, crushed in your dying flesh and in your desolate spirit by the trial you have suffered and the horrors that surround you—but I cannot give this sign. This sign of My Power. It is impossible for Me to do so. Not because God has lost His ability to do. Nothing is impossible to Me like God. But it is the hour of the power of Darkness. And men have spontaneously willed it. The reign of Evil is already established. Anything I did would be nullified by the will of man. Any good would be destroyed by evil. I witness helplessly this race toward the spiritual death of all humanity. There is no gift of mine, no benefit of mine, no reminder of mine, no punishment of mine that can stop this spontaneous shipwreck of humanity, redeemed by me, into Satan. Like a raging bull, humanity overthrows everything: reason, morality, faith, and goes to butt heads with that which kills it. The desecrating hand of man rises to a new crime that deserves no forgiveness. And the Father does not want to forgive. He lets you perish as you wished. The only thing I can do and do—and I do it out of pity for the saints who, rare as flowers in a desert, still pray, pray, and do not protest custom and hypocrisy—is to hold back the wrath of my Father who, tired of the crimes of a race for whom my Blood was shed in vain, wants, wants, wants to exercise Justice upon you. And justice, since you are guilty, would mean terrible punishments that my Mercy does not want given in addition to those you inflict on yourselves. Mary, I know that I wound you and crush you. You had hoped for joy from my Easter. Roses after the thorns. Smiles after the tears. You are a victim. The thorns and tears remain even during Easter time, because we must remain on the cross for this perverse humanity. I ask you to remain on the cross for Me. Saving the world has been my dream. Saving souls is my joy. The world is lost to God, but souls can still be saved: those who still have a soul, languishing but alive. I ask you for charity for them. It is Jesus, beggar of love in his guise of the glorious Risen One, who asks you for this offering of souls so that his Kingdom may still have subjects. Go in peace. April 9, 2044 - Easter Sunday The Holy Spirit says: "I am the Consoler. I console those whom dismay oppresses and tortures today. I am the One who heals and sweetens the bitterness of the Word that speaks the truth, which today is truly bitter....